Hell At Home Lyrics

Sonny Landreth Hell At Home

her daddy's doorbell was a ringin'
when i called on the telephone
he was the one to answer me
so i told him what was goin' on

sir i love your daughter
but we don't get along
now sir i love your daughter
but we don't get along
in fact it's true to tell
she's been givin' me hell at home

no sir she ain't ailin'
'fact she's still goin' strong
no sir she ain't ailin'
'fact she's still goin' strong
now she's alive and well
and just givin' me hell at home

i said your moody little angel
done packed her bags and gone
i said your moody little angel
done packed her bags and gone
now she's a ringin' your bell
and gonna be givin' you hell at home